Okay don't hate me for those
who read my other story but I'm in the poetry/rap club at school
and I wrote one to protest violence and I thought it might fit this
particular plot that has been hanging about in my mind for a while.
Please tell me if there is something you don't like. I don't mind
critique even if it's not particularly good.

Disclaimer: I do not
own Naruto but the poem is MINE. (Run's of screaming at random
people)

Pain

"Hey Sakura chan!" Naruto yelled
as he ran up to his team a huge smile plastered on his face.

BAM

Sakura slammed her fist into his
face then his stomach screaming at him to shut up.

Naruto sighed. 'Whatever progress
she made just withered away since we got Sasuke back.'

They had finally gotten him back a
few weeks ago… and of course he had either been ignored or abused
since. By her and everyone else except Tsunade, Jaraiya, Konohomaru,
and Iruka; and even they were becoming distant.

"Why don't you leave us alone
you contribute nothing to this team you baka! Why don't you just
die!" She shrieked.

Naruto's eyes widened as he
stumbled backwards staring at Sakura's hate filled face before a
pain filled his chest.

Part of his heart ripped to
shreds.

He fell and saw Sasuke's eyes fill
with satisfaction and malice at the sight of his pain.

Another piece gone

Just then Kakashi popped in but
Naruto knew he had been listening having felt his chakra long before.
His sensei turned and gave him a disapproving look.

"Why do you always pick a fight
Naruto." His sensei sighed.

Another piece gone

Training ended up being cut short by
a summon from the village council.

As he entered the room he was taken
aback by the sight of all his friends glaring at him…

It was the same look the villagers
wore whenever they looked at him… a look of utter hate and disgust.

He glanced over at Tsunade and
Jaraiya and saw the same.

With Iruka too bit it wasn't
directed at him but at the others in the room

"Uzumaki Naruto-" began one of
the elders "it has been requested by the shinobi of Konoha that you
be exiled. Now this has happened before but as none of the younger
generation of shinobi wish to work with yu we have no choice but to
comply with their wishes. You have twenty four hours to get your
assets in order before you are required to leave. If you do not do so
voluntarily you will be removed by force."

What was left of his heart
shattered immediately

His face became expressionless but
as he looked at the council he found only pity… pity and a shame at
what their nins had forced them to do.

"I will leave immediately then as
the villagers all my things last night. Whatever I have left I have
on me except for the scroll my father left for me…"

He looked at them questioningly.

Iruka interrupted, "honorable
council I would like to resign from my place as a Konoha shinobi."\

"Resignation accepted… It was
expected."

Homoru turned back to Naruto and
handed him the scroll.

"The Fourth would be disgusted at
what this village has done to his son."

He saw the disbelief on the faces of
those who he had once counted as family as he nodded and turned to
walk out the door.

He saw Iruka's shock then
amusement as he followed him out.

He saw the council laugh at the
looks on their faces as their suspicions were confirmed.

He heard them calling out for him to
return… he ignored them.

They did not deserve him.

…………………………………………………………………………………………..

Later as they searched the remains
of Naruto's apartment they found only the burnt remains of a
journal.

It was mostly destroyed but there
was one thing they were able to read.

Hurting

Always

That never
changes

Only the type
changes

The type of
hurt… of pain

Physical or
mental

But it's
always there

Such dark
dreams

My sweet
nightmares

I smile

It's broken
though, crazy

But it's
still there

You aren't
though

If that's a
good thing

I'm no
longer sure

Pain… misery

Bordering on
pleasure

So close I can
no longer tell the difference

Pain is
pleasure

I just don't
know I'm enjoying it yet.

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Well what did you think? Is it
good? I hope so.

For those waiting on Agere aut
Death Moritius I'm working on it and tweaking this and that don't
worry.

For those who put up with me
thanks.

The poem is entitled pain I have
more but there is a special on that I'm gonna post for Christmas…

InlovewithMalfoy

Ps.

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you life is so boring without those reviews…

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